Nothing like a little death and dismemberment to get people's emotions running.
When you ride, the close presence of death is a part of the deal. Maybe the whole deal.
"Safe motorcycling" is an oxymoron.
I cannot believe that anybody in this forum, given the type bike you have all chosen, rides "safely" (read: conservatively) all the time. Speaking only for myself and the guys I ride with regularly, I ride as safely as I can some of the time, and especially when I am riding alone which is most of the time.
But you put me in with the right guys and no passengers on anyone's bikes, and I always start to push it. A little dicing, trying to pull friends faster through corners, very high speed sprints, burning rubber, standing on the seat, wheelies, risky traffic passing, dragging strangers.
And I KNOW you do it too!
Bikes are a drug and they change you when you get on them. Typing words about them is different from riding them.
When you are typing about riding, you are safe, thoughtful and very relaxed.
When you are riding a bike like a Busa, the opposite is true. You're buzzed.
With death so close whenever you ride, you've got to come to terms with it or you'll ride scared...and that's REAL dangerous.
I accept that I am an sugar on my bike sometimes. I like that side of me and nothing brings it out like a real fast machine and some testosterone-filled friends on bikes that move.
I can't weep when a guy dies on his bike. I only hope he died happy. What was he thinking as he tumbled in the black void? Were I sober enough, I'd be thinking about my family and children and I'd smile.
"No man fears death, only the stroke of it."